Page 18 of Wrapped in Red

“What do you want, Carson?”

I let my eyes drop to Ezra’s mouth as I remembered what it was like to taste it. How soft his lips were, warm and inviting. “Kiss me.”

It happened so fast I’m not sure who kissed who first. Ezra was suddenly licking around my lips before his tongue plunged inside, his hands playing with the hair on the nape of my neck. I gripped at his waist with one hand as I walked us back to the bed and turned so I could sit down. He climbed up into my lap like we did this all the time. I slid my hand over the warm, smooth skin of his back and felt him shiver at my touch.

“Are you cold?” I stopped to look at him. “We can stop if you want.”

He smiled. “Not cold, CC. Incredibly turned on.” He peppered kisses against my jaw and down my neck. “But last time we did something like this? We didn’t talk for months. I don’t want that to happen again.” He reached for the hem of my shirt.

“It won’t.”

“You promise?”

I nodded. “Yeah, princess, I promise.” I raised my arms and let him remove my top before his hands began to roam over my chest.

“You’re a work of art. Have you been working out more?” Ezra grinned at me as his fingers traced every inch of my upper body. My shoulders, my arms, and down to my abs. “You have an eight pack.” His fingers grazed the light dusting of hair that disappeared inside my jeans.

I grabbed his hand. “I might have been hitting the gym a little harder.”

“I can’t touch you there?” he teased. “Or is that too much?”

Too much. “Can you...” I closed my eyes as I tried to gather myself together. I wasn’t a dirty talker, but I wanted to be for Ezra.

“What do you need, baby?” he murmured. “You want to touch me? As long as you’re gentle right now, you can touch me all you want, or maybe...” Ezra took my hand, and I felt the soft warmth of his lips before his tongue dragged over the tips.

“Fuck.” I groaned.

Ezra sucked the index and middle fingers into his mouth before he spoke again. “You want me to take the lead? Is that what you need from me? Because I can do that. Just like the first time. You know I like being in charge.”

I nodded, afraid to speak. Scared that I would burst this bubble we were in. He dragged his tongue over one finger, then the other, before he swallowed them both. The suction of his mouth was amazing, and I wondered what that would feel like on my dick. It was so wet, and when he swirled his tongue over my fingers, the feeling went straight to my balls.

“You like it. Your eyes tell me everything.” Ezra’s voice was soft. “Should I go get the toy I used? That’s what you really wanted, isn’t it?”

“No.” I didn’t want him to leave me. I wanted him to stay right here, on my lap, his tiny body molded against mine. I leaned my forehead against his. “Don’t leave me right now.”

Ezra touched my face lightly. “Then tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you need from me.” When I continued to just stare into his big doe eyes, he tilted his head. “You want me to get you off?”

“Can I...can I come on your face?” Jesus, why did I sound so naïve, vanilla, and timid?

A smile spread Ezra’s face. It had to hurt the way it seemed to cause the entire thing to split, but he still looked so beautiful, even with the bruises.

“I’d like that.”

“Okay, let’s do that then.”

He climbed onto his feet and watched as I stood up from the bed before he sat back down.

I snapped the button on my jeans and yanked them down to my thighs, keeping my briefs on. You could make out how hard I was, my cock jutting out and leaking against the fabric.

“See what you’ve done to me, Ez?” I swallowed the nerves that were dancing around in my stomach as I grabbed myself through my underwear. “I just want to jerk off until I explode all over your pretty face.” Shit, where had that come from?

“I want that so bad, Carson.” He whimpered.

I pulled myself out of my briefs and watched the way his eyes lit up at the sight. “You don’t get to touch me,” I told him as I slowly jerked myself with one hand. “The way you got yourself off with that dildo.” I groaned softly. “I’ve never seen anything that sexy before. You like that, don’t you? Having those men watch you fuck yourself.”

“Yes, I do.” Ezra licked his lips, then his hand slipped to his own needy dick, which was more than obvious through his tight pants.

I shook my head. “That’s mine.”